The Mourning Run
Mid-February
Snow melting
Ground is slushy
I don’t mind if my socks get wet
I’ll continue to run
Leaping over big puddles
And crunching on thin ice
My playlist is on shuffle
As the chatter is on repeat
Thinking of you
It’s always about
You
Again
And again
And again
All this breath work
This Mindfulness
Is exhausting
Be in the moment, they say
But they, don…
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